Chapter 4 I want to play a game with you
How could it be? Why did he know this secret, how did he know that I was a witch, and also had the ability to return from the dead? !
Lamia was panicking and tried to remain calm, but her panicked expression and contracted pupils completely exposed her thoughts.

Seeing this, Deya smiled lightly and said, “It seems that what I said is right, Miss Lamia, you are really too inexperienced, and you are not even prepared for your identity to be exposed.

This is not good. You are so 'naive' that you are easily deceived. Do you want me to teach you what to do when faced with such a situation? "

Deya's playful tone did not calm Lamia down.

Her heart was beating hard, and the panic brought by the exposure of the biggest secret in her heart made her feel anxious.

"So, you want me to kill you. As long as I kill you, you can use your ability to go back to a certain time point in the past.

I'm afraid that by then you will completely stay away from here and no longer be willing to get close. It will be extremely difficult to catch you then.

So how do you feel about being locked up in this basement for two days in absolute darkness, Miss Lamia? Would you like to tell me what you think?"

Deya's words were the best news Lamia had heard in recent times.

'Two days, I only stayed here for two days!'

Lamia was shocked and felt hopeful again.

In the absolute darkness, it was easy to affect Lamia's perception of time. Although the other party sent meals twice, the quantity was very small, and Lamia could not fill her stomach at all.

Therefore, Lamia couldn't even use the feeling of hunger to estimate the passage of time.

Seeing the relief in Lamia's cold eyes like black pearls, Deya suddenly smiled maliciously: "Sorry, I remembered it wrong, I think I locked you up here for five days.

I have been so busy recently that my memory is a little bad. "

Deya slapped his forehead in annoyance.

He clearly saw that in Lamia's relieved eyes, there was a hint of impatience again.

"Sure enough, such an incredible ability cannot be used at will, and it must have its limitations.

You could have chosen death by starving yourself to death, or even by biting off your tongue and suffocating yourself, so that you could activate your ability, but you chose not to do so.

I guess one of the factors in using this ability of yours is that you cannot commit suicide.

Just now when I said you were locked up here for two days, you were very grateful, but when I said it was five days, you became impatient. This shows that this ability of yours is time-limited.

There is a fixed time period in which you can go back, and you cannot go back to a more distant past, so is this time period seven days or nine days?
No, none of that matters, because I'm going to lock you up in this basement for a month!

I believe that your ability cannot exceed this limit. Even if you succeed in dying a month later, when you wake up, you will still be in this basement.

Miss Lamia, do you know what a ‘death file’ means? What you are experiencing now is the ending of a ‘death file’. You… have been defeated by me!”

Deya stood in front of Lamia, admiring his trophies with the attitude of a victor.

Lamia's slender body began to tremble, and she finally felt fear and terror.

Looking at the smiling face of the man in front of her, she felt a kind of despair as if her clothes were stripped off and all her privacy and secrets were being thoroughly examined by him.

"You...you were just lying to me?!"

Lamia gritted her teeth and said these words with trembling lips.

"That's right, I was lying to you. Miss Lamia, I actually locked you up here for three days. The reason I said two days at the beginning was to test whether you could sense time in the absolute darkness.

Judging from the results, you can't do it. You firmly believed in the word "two days" that I said, and the strong negative energy here also affected your control over your body.

Don't worry, I didn't lie to you this time, I really kept you here for three days!"

Deya laughed loudly. The pleasure of playing with others in the palm of his hand while the other party was powerless to resist made him happy from the bottom of his heart.

"As expected of you, Lord Deya. Even a witch can only be manipulated like this in front of you."

Camille said in an exaggerated tone.

Lamia knew that she was really in trouble this time.

She had no ability to run away from here. The lich, who made her faint after just seeing him once, was not someone she could resist.

Her only hope is to take advantage of the other party's lack of information about her abilities and find a way to get them to kill her so she can escape.

But Lamia never expected that her most important secret would be revealed by the other party in this way, and even the limitations of her abilities were revealed by the other party.

She felt deeply sad for her own weakness and incompetence.

Lamia's lips trembled, but her delicate face remained as cold as ever. "...Are you...a member of the Witch Cult?"

In Lamia's opinion, only the members of the Witch Cult, and they must be high-ranking officials, would know her abilities.

Deya shook his head: "Although I don't know much about the Witch Cult, but according to my limited understanding, the top leaders of the Witch Cult are all women. Do you think that I, as a man, can be a member of the Witch Cult?
I know you must be wondering why I know your ability, but this is a secret, and secrets make men more attractive. So, do you feel attracted to me, Miss Witch, for being so mysterious? "

"You might be a woman."

Lamia couldn't help but retort.

Deya raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile: "Then do you want to try it yourself to see whether I am a man or a woman? I think I will satisfy you and you may even beg for mercy."

Deya’s words reminded Lamia of something. Her fair face flushed slightly and her gem-like eyes turned away.

Camille on the side whistled and laughed.

"Heh, you're still a pure witch. Judging from your lack of experience, the fabric, taste and temperament of your clothes, you should be a lady from a noble family.

I am sure that you are not from our country, so are you from England or from the empire across the channel?
As a noble lady, not only did she end up living on the streets, but she also took on assassination jobs because she had no money. There must be something fishy going on here."

Deya sneered and talked to Lamia as he stood in front of her. The huge sense of oppression made the witch even find it difficult to breathe.

She tried to keep a cool face, telling herself to calm down and not let this man lead her away or let him see anything.

When all of a person's secrets are analyzed in public by another person, the pressure is enough to make a person collapse.

"You must have a purpose for telling me so much. Just tell me directly what you want me to do in order for you to let me go."

I, I can't die yet. I absolutely cannot die before I find the murderer who destroyed my family and before I avenge my family.

I must live, even if I have to bow my head and be trampled upon by others, I must live!

Lamia encouraged herself in her heart.

At this time, Deya took out a revolver from his arms.

Seeing the revolver, Lamia felt very calm.

She knew that this scary man would not kill her easily, so did he want to use the pistol to injure himself and cause himself pain?
If so, then he might have miscalculated.

Lamia had endured greater pain than this before. She was indeed, as the other party said, a noble lady in the past and had no adventure experience.

But when it comes to enduring pain, she believes she is better than most people.

Deya did not do as Lamia wished. He popped out the magazine, put a bullet in it, and then flicked his finger to make the magazine spin rapidly.

"Snapped!"

With a slight sound, the cylinder returned to its place.

“This is a pistol made by the gray dwarves, although it has little power for slightly stronger professionals.

But now I am not a professional, just an ordinary person. I want to play a game with you, Miss Lamia."

Deya walked up to Lamia and with a wave of his hand, he untied the magic rope that tied Lamia's right hand.

Lamia shook her fair wrists and tried to cast a spell.

But to her disappointment, although her right hand was free, there was still a powerful spell barrier that restricted her ability to cast spells.

"What game do you want to play with me?"

Lamia asked calmly.

"Very good. It seems that you have grown up very quickly and have learned to try not to let your emotions fluctuate too much. The game I want to play is also very simple." Deya held Lamia's right hand, looked at her slender fingers, kneaded her delicate palm and played with it: "...Your fingers are very beautiful."

Lamia said nothing and let Deya play with her hands, but that was just enough, not enough to make her shy.

Deya suddenly placed the revolver in Lamia's palm and asked her to hold it tightly.

Under Lamia's stunned gaze, Deya smiled and said, "The cylinder has six holes, one of which has a bullet.

The rules of this game are that you have one chance to shoot, and if you can kill me, then you are the winner and you will be free.

If you don't kill me, you will be the loser, and I will punish you with a one in six chance. How about it, Miss Lamia, do you want to try your luck?"

Camille on the side seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Lamia said coldly: "You are totally unnecessary. I said that you can make requests and I will do as you ask."

Deya shook his head: "No, that's too boring. You can treat me as a lunatic or a pervert. I just want to test you to see who is the darling of fate!"

"Lord Deya!"

Camille finally couldn't help but shout out.

Deya raised his hand to stop him.

He moved his head closer to Lamia, and from a close distance, the witch was truly beautiful.

Her facial features are delicate and small, her skin is whiter than snow, and her dark eyes are especially cold and charming, like the shining obsidian on a snowy mountain.

As Deya's head got closer, at this distance, Deya could see a hint of stubbornness in the witch's face.

Deya held Lamia's right hand with both hands, pressed the muzzle of the gun to his forehead, and asked provocatively: "Do you want to play this game?"

Lamia had a feeling that there was something fishy going on, but under Deya's provocative gaze, she bit her teeth and said, "You're just a lunatic!"

"Ka————"

She pulled the trigger, but there was no sound.

Deya took the revolver back from her, “…What a shame, it looks like you’ve lost this game.

In the next four days, I will come to play games with you again. You will have a one in six chance every day. Now, prepare to be punished! "

Deya snapped his fingers, and the magic rope trembled and bound Lamia's right hand again.

A few seconds later, Lamia felt extremely cold negative energy invading her body from every limb, tearing at her flesh and nerves, and stinging her soul.

She clenched her teeth hard, not wanting to scream out.

However, the intense pain was unbearable for ordinary people. Even Lamia, who thought she could endure the pain of having her flesh cut, could not help but let out a miserable cry under the Necromancer's tactics:

"Ah ah ah ah ah------"

Deya ignored the witch's wailing. He kicked the dog bowl under his feet hard into the corner, then turned around and walked out of the basement.

With every step Deya took forward, the candles in the basement went out one by one.

Lamia could only endure the unbearable pain and watch the other person's back disappear as the stone door closed. The place fell into absolute darkness again.

"do not go!"

Lamia yelled at the top of her lungs through gritted teeth.

Unfortunately, she failed to keep Deya.

After leaving the basement, Camille said worriedly, "Lord Deya, you don't have to do this at all."

"Why, are you feeling sorry for that witch? She is very beautiful, but she wanted to kill me. If it weren't for the teacher, do you think I would have survived?

Since she wanted to kill me, then after I caught her, no matter how I abused her or played with her, it was all her own fault, Camille, do you have the wrong compassion?"

Deya said with a chuckle.

Camille was stunned and said quickly: "No, I don't care what you will do to that witch. What I want to say is that Lord Deya, you can't gamble with your life with that witch."

He saw with his own eyes Deya put a bullet into the pistol.

"Oh, you said this."

Deya played with the revolver in his hand, suddenly pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger six times in a row while Camille looked horrified.

The pistol did not fire a single bullet...

“This is indeed a pistol made by the gray dwarves, but it is specially made and cannot fire bullets at all, so I will always be the darling of fate.

I'm not a fool, how could I really gamble with my life? "

Deya said, shrugging.

Camille was speechless for a while, patted his chest and said, "You should have told me earlier, you almost scared me."

"If I had told you earlier, wouldn't your acting have been so different? Your nervous expression just now was genuine, it didn't seem like an act at all.

In this way, the witch would truly believe that there was a bullet in the gun and believe in the game between her and me.

Remember, Camille, if you want to deceive your enemies, you must first deceive your own people."

Deya took the gun back and smiled.

Camille held it in for a long time before saying, "You are really... really shameless, sir."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"But the witch was right in one thing. You don't have to do anything unnecessary. Didn't she say she was willing to agree to your request, sir?"

Deya paused and said, “I do need to use the witch’s ability.

But if I negotiate the conditions with her like this, she will only agree on the surface, but she will definitely not accept it in her heart. She will not work wholeheartedly for me, but will only think about how to escape from my control.

This won’t work, so I want her to fear me and be afraid of me.

The so-called punishment is just a means. My real purpose is to make her subconsciously feel that I am invincible when she thinks of me, and she can only be submissive in front of me.

A person with great strength, when she is afraid of someone in her heart, will even crawl at the feet of someone who is much weaker than her.

Some people always have a servile nature. They do not submit to the strong, but submit to their own servility.

Just like noble ladies, they may kneel down and beg for mercy in front of a beggar who has conquered her. You should know what I mean.

I have no pleasure in abusing others, and everything I do is to achieve my goal."

This concerns Deya's first [World Recollection] and whether he can lay a solid foundation as a necromancer.

This is also related to a "forbidden item", the beginning of a series of tasks, and the first step for Deya to become the "Scourge of the Undead"!
He must succeed!
Camille looked at Deya with adoration.

Sure enough, following the adults is the right decision. Only such a master can make followers feel safe.

He is strong, wise, and resolute. He will never be influenced by external things, nor will he express frivolous kindness.

Maybe Lord Deya’s current strength is not strong, but strength can be gained slowly, and a heart like this is more important than anything else.

"Lord Deya, where are we going next?"

Camille's tone became more humble.

"Go to No. 7 Tulip Street in District . I want to meet my father. By the way, I want to cancel my engagement."

"break off an engagement?"

(End of this chapter)